The Bad Boy Story Book

Agnes swung her arms briskly as she walked home. As a retired physical education instructor, she liked to maintain a regular exercise programme. There was a youthful bloom on her cheeks and her figure wasn't bad at all considering she was almost 65. On reaching the top of the hill she was barely out of breath. She felt marvellous. Life was great - and it was about to get a whole lot better.

On reaching the back door of her house, Agnes frowned as she put her key in the lock, for the door was not locked. She always locked the door. Could there be an intruder? Immediately on her guard, Agnes grabbed the rolling pin from the kitchen drawer, and walked softly down the hall.

There was no sign of anyone in the downstairs rooms, so she crept quietly upstairs, pausing frequently to listen for any signs of disturbance. Ah, yes - there was something - a rustling sound as though someone was going through her dressing-table drawer.

Grim faced and steely-eyed, Agnes stepped into her bedroom. The intruder had his back to her. He was standing by her dressing table, partially bent over as he ransacked her drawers. Without a moment's hesitation, Agnes sprinted forwards and gave him an almighty whack on the behind with her rolling pin.

There was an anguished screech as the intruder toppled forwards. Agnes grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and hauled him effortlessly onto the bed (well she was 6ft 1 and built like a bulldozer).

"Break into my house, would you?" She slapped him hard on the rump with the palm of her hand. "And what gives you the right to poke around in my bedroom?" Her hands reached round his middle and she unbuckled his belt. "You sneaky little burglar." She pulled the belt free and wrapped it round her right hand. "How dare you go rummaging in my drawers!" She raised her right arm and brought the belt cracking down on the helpless bottom. "Take that, you disgusting little thief." She whacked him again, and again.

"Owow! I'm sorry," said a muffled voice. The man's face was pressed against the pillow. He raised his head. "Please, please don't take my trousers down," he begged.

"Now there's an idea," smirked Agnes as she tugged down not only the man's trousers but his underpants too, revealing quite a pert bottom.

Agnes set to with a vengeance. The leather belt cracked and whacked on its pleasing target, making a very satisfying thwack as it contacted with bare flesh. What had been two white buttocks now glowed deep pink. Agnes was determined to get them a suitable shade of red and gave him another twenty stingers. He howled as his bottom burned and throbbed horribly.

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"Oh thanks Agnes. That was a smashing session," said Jimi as he rubbed his red bottom.